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The Pitt Fic: Hit Upside the Head (Robby/Abbot, PG-13)

Hit Upside the Head (2028 words) by Alethia
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Pitt (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jack Abbot/Michael "Robby" Robinavitch
Characters: Jack Abbot (The Pitt), Michael "Robby" Robinavitch
Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Secret Crush, First Kiss, abbot is a badass, with strong feelings about beer, and robby
Summary:

"IPA," Robby called again, a reminder.

"For that, I'm getting you a Bavarian wheat beer, you prissy fuck." But Jack bypassed the respectable Penn Pilsner and grabbed a pack of their hopped-to-shit IPA, hating himself a little for giving in...but it would make Robby smile.

The door banged open, spinning Jack around, senses instantly on alert as a guy rushed in, black bandana tied around his face, pistol pointing at Sal as he shouted. "Open the register! Now!"

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5/20/2025 Inspiration Trail

Yesterday encouraged me more than perhaps it should have and I only got as far as the downed trees.:( Still, I heard a MacGillivray's Warbler! Just two songs, not in the usual place, and not even on Inspiration Trail per se; sounded like he was downslope from Nimitz Way just around the corner from the gate. So I'm not satisfied but at least I heard one. There was also at least one Townsend's Warbler, which is a bigger surprise every week. The bigger surprise was no American Robin or Western Bluebird. Maybe had I stayed longer. ( The list: )

Brushed the first tick of the season off my pants.:(

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5/19/2025 Tilden Nature Area

An absolutely glorious morning! Oh, my goodness, perfect weather and everyone singing, it was what we always hope for. First interesting sight was an American Robin chasing an accipiter, in turn being chased by a hummingbird? Amazing. I wasn't able to walk Upper Packrat with U and Chris so I walked up the road and boardwalk to the Lake. Along the boardwalk there was a very loud juvenile Black-headed Grosbeak calling, possibly from the nest and very close to the trail. I hoped they would still be calling when we walked back on the road, and they were! This week we saw where the Brown Creeper U saw last week would slip under the loose bark on a dead tree, presumably to a nest. We also saw an Anna's Hummingbird on a nest just where there was one, very possibly her, on a nest last year. I passed my bins to the other woman on the bench and she saw the nest, too, which is always fun. ( The list: )

Less good is that I am back to pain levels of about this time last year. Then I'd clearly reinjured myself by climbing half or two-thirds of the way up Laurel Canyon; this year my best guess is my attempt to lessen neck and upper back pain by sleeping flat had unintended consequences. As before, after walking fifteen or twenty minutes it gets better so maybe it will resolve as well as it did last year.

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Some more passages from William Morris's The Roots of the Mountains

‘For the day is waxing old, and here meseemeth in this dim hall there are words crossing in the air about us—words spoken in days long ago, and tales of old time, that keep egging me on to do my will and die, because that is all that the world hath for a valiant man; and to such words I would not hearken, for in this hour I have no will to die, nor can I think of death.’

‘Now, lads, the night weareth and the guest is weary: therefore whoso of you hath in him any minstrelsy, now let him make it, for later on it shall be over-late.’

‘Now were I fain to have a true tale out of him, but it is little likely that anything shall come of my much questioning; and it is ill forcing a young man to tell lies.’

He laughed and said: ‘Thou didst not doubt but that if we met, thou mightest do with me as thou wouldest?’

‘So it is,’ she said, ‘that I doubted it little.’

[T]he stony neck sank into another desolate miry heath still falling toward the east, but whose further side was walled by a rampart of crags cleft at their tops into marvellous-shapes, coal-black, ungrassed and unmossed. Thitherward the hound led straight, and Gold-mane followed wondering: as he drew near them he saw that they were not very high, the tallest peak scant fifty feet from the face of the heath.

They made their way through the scattered rocks at the foot of these crags, till, just where the rock-wall seemed the closest, the way through the stones turned into a path going through it skew-wise; and it was now so clear a path that belike it had been bettered by men’s hands. Down thereby Face-of-god followed the hound, deeming that he was come to the gates of the Shadowy Vale, and the path went down steeply and swiftly.

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using up yarn

Lilac pink book club cardigan

Here's the sweater I knitted so hard that I sproinged my shoulder blade! It's been finished for a couple of weeks, but I finally got Wax to take some pictures of it on me in natural light.

It's good that I hurried when knitting, actually (even if it isn't good that my shoulder is wonky), because I think it's going to be too warm to wear it out more until next fall. I got a few weeks of wear out of it when it was new this way.

This sweater was knitted using the popular Finnish knitwear designer Sari Nordlund's Bookclub cardigan pattern in Filcolana Peruvian aran-weight wool in color 227 ("old rose", but it's more a bright pastel lilac, I'd say). (I made a number of modifications and notes which can be seen on my project page.)

I love this sweater. It has an unusual shape and drape caused by the unusual construction with the Scandinavian-style shoulder, where the shoulder seams are moved onto the back and the fronts curve over the shoulders to meet them, and I love the shape of the front V-neck.

It isn't perfect because the pockets aren't deep enough to carry my phone in - which I knew was happening when I knitted it, but I didn't want to lengthen the bottom hem to make the phone fit or go back and move the pocket openings higher up. Also the sleeves are slightly too long. You never know for sure how much they will grow with blocking, and having them slightly too short is worse.

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Long Weekend With TV! YAY.

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Current Mood: annoyed
Current Music: Mets-Yankees game with the sound off because ESPN is the worst

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a variety of other things

I enjoyed this week's Leverage. ( spoilers )

I also watched the first two episodes of Murderbot. It was cute. I like Mensah a lot. I only read the first novella and thought it was fine but not at all memorable, so I have no real dog in this hunt. ( spoiler )

Ugh, I just found out the Mets are on ESPN next Sunday night too. ESPN is the worst broadcast.

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brain: adhd,
health

Unscheduled Saturday of drugged sleep, you say?

Well, guys, last fall when I was having a nervous breakdown my doctor was having some trouble finding a good medication to prescribe to help me sleep, and she landed on mirtazapine, which is actually an antidepressant, but has a strong history of off-label use as a sleep aid.

You can take half a pill or a quarter of a pill, something like that, at bedtime, my doctor said, and hopefully this will help you sleep. And this medication has a weird curve where it acts differently at high doses and if you want you can take a full tablet in the morning as a mood lifter. (This is all paraphrased.)

I tried a half-tablet of mirtazapine for insomnia last fall at one point, and found it made it very hard to wake up the next day. I quickly switched to quarter tablets and even eighth tablets, on a tip from the pharmacist ("Many people find an eighth works even better than a quarter"). I never took this every night, and gradually got out of the habit because I have mostly not been having much insomnia and my greater concern is how hard it is to wake up in the morning.

So until yesterday I actually never had taken a whole tablet, but I started thinking maybe I should try it recently. I have been feeling some of that weird ADHD-understimulation where it's like your brain itches, but all the things I tried to read or look at or draw didn't help and it still felt kind of... boring. I don't really like the term 'boredom' in this explanation for that reason, but all the information I can find about ADHD understimulation emphasizes it and most of it is about taking things you like to do along when you have to sit through boring lectures etc which is not what's going on for me at all (and which I have already been doing my whole life). Reading is my silver-bullet distraction that always works. Maybe the problem is that understimulation isn't really what's going on.

But anyway! Yesterday I decided to give it a try. So I took one tablet with my meds after breakfast and then I just. Got very sleepy inside like half an hour and slept for... five hours, and then woke up from hunger and only managed to stay up long enough to eat a banana and two pieces of toast before falling back asleep for another five hours. I ate the dinner Wax made and managed to sit there half awake for a couple of hours before going to bed and sleeping another twelve hours.

It's like the day is just gone!

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More The Pitt Fic

Apparently it was get Abbot laid Saturday. Idek, this is just where I live now.

Blind Spots (4327 words) by Alethia
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Pitt (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jack Abbot/Michael "Robby" Robinavitch
Characters: Jack Abbot (The Pitt), Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Parker Ellis
Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 01, Established Relationship, Sexism, Porn, mostly just porn, the ungovernable trinity santos, Discussions of sexism, abbot collecting lesbian daughters, the night shift goes hard
Summary:

"It's Santos."

Parker's dry observations flitted through Jack's mind again—that ever-present question of whether he should raise it...but now didn't seem like the time. "A month in and still driving you up the wall? What'd she do this time?"

Robby shook his head, despairing. "What didn't she do?" Then he refocused on Jack, something sharper there, more intent. "Doesn't matter. Distract me?"

Game Face (5348 words) by Alethia
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Pitt (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jack Abbot/Michael "Robby" Robinavitch
Characters: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Jack Abbot (The Pitt), Dana Evans, Victoria Javadi, Dennis Whitaker, Trinity Santos, Samira Mohan, Melissa "Mel" King, Princess (The Pitt), Perlah (The Pitt), Heather Collins
Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 01, Established Relationship, Teasing, Texting, Workplace Relationship, Secret Relationship, Blushing, Porn, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Filthy, pitting robby's dick against his self-concept
Summary:

As she walked away, another text came in, Robby unable to help checking.

you blushing for me?

...oh. Oh, that absolute asshole. Jack knew exactly what he was doing, sending shit that would turn him on.

I'm fucking working here, Robby sent back, shoving his phone back in his pocket. He'd just...not look.